A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding, Myths & Legends

The King’s Blessing

There had been too many tragedies
As a result of decisions made past

Too many losses experienced
When no one can ever go back

The weight of the world had always
Been his burden of responsibility

Generations of corrupt collusions
Cast doubt upon worth of fealty

He had not supported their actions
Yet still carried the onus of ancestry

And Fate can become unkind when
Forces of Chaos manipulate destiny

But somewhere beneath crushed pride
Remained an embered memory of love

It burned too much to touch it so
He’d gripped it with leather glove

Once released if it were possible
He’d have fallen to beg upon knees

As remembered their flights together when
Sacred winds had whispered through trees

And wished with all of his heart that
She could again love wild and free

Myths & Legends, Vampiric Tendencies

Soul Mates

He had not realized it at the time, but in keeping himself alive, he had also saved his future mate.

Their life patterns and trials of endurance paralleling each others’ through the ages, exacting tolls on their spirits and tempting violent reactions, were somehow fought against side by side on the spiritual plane in an unseen mirroring that wove their souls’ energy together.

At first, they had barely survived by staying isolated and alone, focused upon identifying the harms to and discerning self truths, relegated to making sacred pledges seemingly unheard and left echoing in the endless darkness.

But then they began to hear whispers of far off responses to their calls, and caught the briefest glimpses of each other in the dream realms as they passed by where boundaries overlap in shifting shadows.

Until at last he had grown hale and strong enough to break through the walls of his own hell’s imprisonment and forged into higher levels of consciousness – just in time to reach for and catch her as she began slipping into the Maw.